Winter In July Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON

As the winter sun shines on the windows,
warming my skin,
I sit and stare,
Wandering what direction my life should take.
I feel as though i am at an intersection,
the traffic lights arent working,
there is no sign to tell me which way to turn,
or when it is safe to go.
Will it be the right decision?
or will i cause massive destruction by incorrect judgement?
should i just close my eyes and jump into my gut feeling?
Why have i come to this junction?
My heart aches for true happiness.
Does this belief of absolute content exist at all?
Am i forever trying to find that greener grass?
We explore every inch of one life till we reach its boundaries,
then naturally we want to explore the other side,
undiscovered territory.
Is the answer to life to explore every peice of oppurtunity
that is placed before us?
Or do we stay within our safe boundaries,
and just dream of those windows of opportunity?
Maybe this is why we have the power to dream?
So that we can explore without ever leaving! !


Tuesday 9th July 2002